Today’s readwritepoem challenge – write a poem beginning with one of the listed opening lines from a Norman Dubie poem. I have not seen his work other than the lines listed. I chose this not so hallucinatory one.
My poem is actually 9 lines, working a bit off the Whitman/Ginsberg “breath line” – the dangling endings are necessary for the wordpress page layout – I suppose it may look different depending on your screen aspect and resolution. And if this is your first time reading one of my poems, the dips into old fashioned flowery effusion is intentional.
Poem Starting with a Line from Norman Dubie
His chapel fell into flowers long ago
The tomes and chalice spirited away sullied under robes and ramie sacks
The windows’ brittled remnant stories huff in light a language now a nonsense
The incense once blessing expectant faces quivering blinking lowered unto him
Has bloomed up into the slipping clouds long ago now raining gentling o’er
Fragrancing foreign lands beholden unto foreign gods blessing supplicants pious
as were his own
So here now the crocuses lilies queen anne’s lace and ivies gently irrevocably
The fallen stones the arid mortar ground back to ashes ground back to dust